Borderless by Amy Shimshon-Santo

Photo by Jean Beaufort

my breasts are sore

the planets make them hurt

tomorrow is a full moon

my body is pulled by the heavens

infinite space without nationality

borderless sky of darkness, living and dead light

moon recognizes every mother on earth

her cycle, her blood,

her ability to reproduce stars

the border patrol doesn’t care. it has orders

from the White House

to separate children from their constellations

nature means nothing

a river / a plain / a family / nothing

even the milky way is undocumented


Amy Shimshon-Santo is a writer, educator, and catalyst who believes the arts and culture are powerful tools for personal and social transformation. Her interdisciplinary work bridges the arts, urban planning, and education.